Early Pregnancy Loss
Finding Beauty in Grief
By: Robyn Busekrus The season of Fall has quickly transformed the trees. The hues of red, orange and yellow are bountiful in color. Seasons of change are difficult for those of us who have experienced pregnancy loss. There is beauty in the seasons changing, yet an ache as we wish our children were here. This…
Read MoreWhat Now?
Life after loss. You are not alone.
Read MoreMilestones
By: Rebecca Stockwell A close friend had a baby a few weeks before my son was born. We live a few hours from each other, so I wasn’t around for most of her milestones. When she was seven months old, we were invited to her baptism and to spend the night at her house. We don’t…
Read MoreSeasons of Love
By: Nikki Grayson The deep green and blue ocean waters rise and fall before me. The deep blue horizon looks to be a million miles away. Sand wedges between my toes and the warmth of the air envelopes me. As I search for hidden sand dollars, my eyes are set on the tan sandy beach,…
Read MoreWhat My Miscarriages Taught Me About Life, God and How to Heal
Healing after miscarriage.
Read MoreListening To the Voices of Bereaved Fathers
By: Ann-Marie Ferry Fathers often get the short end of the stick when it comes to grief support. It should not be. However, for a variety of reasons it often remains the case. When I was asked to write an article for newly bereaved fathers, I was apprehensive. I am a bereaved mother. How do…
Read MoreDad’s Arms Are Empty Too
By: Nikki Grayson Swollen eyes, pink tinged cheeks, and a steady stream of tears. Dark circles under the eyes, a solemn face, and forced words of strength. The definition of a newly bereaved mom and a newly bereaved dad. Yet we both are experiencing the same hurt and shared grief, the expectations are so different…
Read MoreDear First Trimester Loss Mama
Healing can take time. Remember always that you are strong and brave. Remember you are a mother.
Read MoreBack to Normal
By: Ann-Marie Ferry When normal seems on its way And tears have now ceased When all the thoughts in my head Have settled in a calm place The flood gates open Destroying my glimpse of peace When my mosaic heart is crumbling And I can’t take a breath When tears start in my throat Burning…
Read MoreThe Bittersweet Song of a Wren
By: Shirley Brosius The trill of a jenny wren still sends a pang of sadness through me. Many years ago, 45 to be exact, my youngest child, my only daughter, died a few hours after her birth. It was a chilly spring, and as I hung out laundry, a jenny wren sang from a tree.…
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